not minding days and enjoying sparks
little we know that we just cant stop…
and we’re stuck to one single dot
as time run by and sweat drops…
we become addicted to vice with price
it runs like hell within every vein…
that push us to cling on it stronger all throughout
our grip will definitely stay forever…
the prints of our fingers will be unfathomable
so though we open our hands and let go…
it’ll never take away the mark left untold
in times when we decide to just give up…
and forget when we were floating on clouds
look back on old marks and cracks…
then you’ll rekindle how it made you high once
]]>laughter… tears… sorrow and fun run on my palm
suddenly my realm turned upside down….
that I’m now controlled and my light is down
i tried to walk and make my stand…
but little by little I’m drifting apart…
everyday i’m striving to breathe and spark…
but reality speaks, I’m indeed dying inside….
I know for a fact that all things are crap…
that I’m inside a world of numerous traps
I’m holding on something that soothes my heart
though I’m dying inside, they still pump my blood…
my eyes are open that I’m already trapped
and never will i be out of this hideous cracks…
i just wish those hands will help me throughout
coz i’ll let death crawl if they leave me aside…
]]>The truth of the matter is that, its very much easy for us to dissect and dwell on certain things… from its facade to its very core… than to do reality check…. did you ever try to asked, why the hell do we go blank and instantly filled with uncertainty every time we’re asked to define our selves…. is it because we don’t know who and what we are… or we’re held prisoners by fear… fear that suppresses our one true voice that’s been long time longing to be heard….
With such view, its very much obvious that we’re all inferiors… afraid to be upstaged by our own shadow…. terrified to face a mirror…. and petrified with the black spell of judgment…. so at the end of the day, everything is still left undone, hanging and unfigured. We’ll go home technically fulfilled but emotionally incomplete and incapacitated.
so its a fearless move to raise an inquiry about who or what we are coz the source and receiver of the answer is both us and our doubting selves…. but the boldest move of all time is the acceptance of reality…. coz only then that we’ll learn to counter fear and defeat bugging questions which hinder us to see the beauty of our selves….
with all these facts, everybody should stop defining and start learning and accepting things as they are…. Stop bothering your self by looking at the inner meaning or what we usually refer to as greater purpose of things/events/people…. coz the truth is, everything in this revolving giant ball had been figured out since time in memorial…. so enjoy… live free and love…the ability of a person to answer things doesn’t justify who and what she/he is…. coz its only thru her/his actions that you’ll be able to determine the the genuineness of a person… and that’s how i define the real me!!!!
— ice signing off… peace man…
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Things hold me back…. feels bad to lose touch…. they’ve been there all the time…. can’t just forget them like that…. they picked me up in my lowest….. And laughed out load in my highest…. Surely missing them will hunt me…. And night’s coldness will be felt inside out….
But I want to feel alive again…. life that was taken out of my sight…. corrupted by claws of monsters that roam in the night…. all wearing fucked up masks…..pretending seriously working …. While happily destroys my humane side…..
I wish I could turn back our old times… when I was just playing around…. giving happy thoughts… sharing smiles and singing out loud…. but now I just wanna get out… to at least save my dying heart…. I will definitely miss those happy days…. but at least I’ll once more be alive!!!!!
Goodbye my real friends… but we’ll still gonna be together someday….distance will change things…. time will change faces… but one thing is for sure…. where ever i am…. i’ll always be the same person who once made you smile….mhuwaks!!!!!
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